Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Moon Festival

Eira’s POV

(Flashback – six years ago)

I stood by the window of my room, gazing at the night sky. The stars shimmered like scattered diamonds across the dark canvas, and the full moon hung there, serene and radiant, like a silent guardian.

Since I could remember, I had always loved staring at the moon and stars. Even as a child who struggled to speak, I would lose myself in the night sky, my thoughts empty but my heart full. That sky felt like home. Those stars were my family. And that moon... it was like a mother watching over me. I never had one, so the moon’s soft glow was my comfort, a warmth I could always count on.

I was certain that even when I grew old, my eyes wrinkled and weary, I would still look up at the stars this way. And when I died, I wished for this view to be the last thing I saw—my soul merging with the stars, closest to the moon.

"Eira," my grandmother’s voice called from downstairs.

"Yes, Grandma?" I answered.

"Your grandpa and I are going to celebrate the Moon Festival with friends. Are you sure you don’t want to come?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"No, Grandma. I don’t want to," I said softly. "Please, you and Grandpa enjoy yourselves."

"Alright," she replied, probably hurried. "Keep the door locked, and do not open it for anyone unless it’s us."

"Yes, Grandma. Don’t worry," I said.

"We’re leaving," she called again, followed by the sound of the main door closing.

The door could only be opened from inside unless someone had the keys, so I didn’t need to worry about locking it.

Tonight was the Moon Festival, and the world outside celebrated in joy and light—everyone except me. The one I had been longing to celebrate with wasn’t here. It had been almost two weeks since he left for the Alpha training camp. He promised he’d return for the festival, but it seemed he couldn’t make it.

I couldn’t be upset with him. His duty as one of the pack’s Alphas called him elsewhere. He was strong, smart, and capable, and I took pride in that. I had to support him in every way, practice being a responsible mate, and trust in his choices.

On this day, most singles found their mates, while those already bonded celebrated together. New couples waited for the Moon Festival for their first mating, believing it to be the most auspicious day, blessed by the moon goddess herself, promising eternal love.

I was still a minor. I couldn’t mate with him yet, but I longed to be near him. I longed to call him mine, to one day have children and a family with him. Perhaps next year’s Moon Festival would bring our first mating, like other couples. But could we really wait that long?

Seems like just a momentary gust of wind, I thought.

I startled, but in the next heartbeat, I knew it was him. Am I dreaming, or is it really him?

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